Poetry

Flame and smoke. 
What else your skies have to offer? 
Was it not a crime against 
poetry articulate? 
 
Come near me. 
I want to amble with tears - 
of humanity before the fragility 
takes a big toll. 
 
Who says it was time 
to turn over a new leaf? 
The blistering gale had taken 
away all the boughs and blossom. 
 
Are you pregnant with some 
idea of a candle? When it burns 
through night, it has an otherness: 
nameless melting.